Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

If you are not sure where something belongs, find a new space for it. Haiku is about as snippet as you can get.

dog asleep
in the red chair-
cold snapper

...

coffee steam
hides the moon
in the window

...

a fly
in the bathroom-
winter refugee

a bee
plucked from snow
slowed and cold

a bee
in a bell jar
warming

high altitude
snow field
summer sun

open jar
a bee
flew away

june 1967
i still remember
a bee

ps you ain't no bitch baby
unless ya wanna redefine de term
a buddha bitch
mind bending
changed the world
with a word.
i sense a return
off to the great mother
earth moon beckons
ancient names of ancient voices
terraza
mareza
who were they?
our mothers.

melting snow
just a puddle
in sunshine

...

the tv drones
about life and death
the cat sleeps on

...

how perfectly
my tea
fits the cup

mineral water from italy
clear behind glass shining
reflections of light

radio humming behind
democracy now playing
woman speaking

a twofer all rolled into one
jewish-american woman
law teacher at rutgers

sitting wooden chair
creaks a bit
a small giving

daughter of immigrants
1950's harvard
lost her big sister

independent mothers
telling daughters
bookkeeper

essential wellbeing
kindly gentle father
passover barmitzvah for the daughter

she wondered why
made mom proud
newyork state scholarship

lots of love in the family
anti-semetic neighbors
flatbush kike

bed and breakfast
no dogs or jews allowed
born in the usa

she loves the socratic method
dialogue at harvard law
up from cornell university

joe mccarthy in his hey day
teacher warned about how far we strayed
met a boy who liked her brain

end of story
ongoing glory
creeping heroine

Ruth Baaader Ginsberg
the right stuff
one lady I don't want to disrobe

supremes sing
we got one on the court
a twofer

how perfectly
my tea
fits the cup

how perfectly
my life fits
the empty cup

bed and breakfast
no dogs or jews allowed
born in the usa

life is beutiful
no visigoths or spiders
born in promised land


"Guido uses wit and humor to make life beautiful for his son. It is a high wire act of comic absurdity with a safety net of sentimentality. There is a touching moment when Giosue asks Guido why there is a sign in the candy store window that says no Jews or dogs allowed. He tells his son about a crazy law that allows shop owners to keep out whomever they wish: there is a hardware store that keeps out Spaniards and they will put a sign up on their store saying "No Visigoths or spiders allowed."

http://www.bostonreview.net/BR24.2/stone.html

back in the sixties the congress for racial equality was trying to integrate a Jewish owned deli in Mobtown. One of the owners said "Why do they want to go where they are not welcome?"
Why should I expect Jews to be any less racist/prejudiced than anyone else?

cat stares out window
nothing really matters
angel rests atop the tree

cat stares out window
nothing really matters
angel rests atop the tree

angel resting high
on Lightning Rod's twelve foot tree
brain wired for haiku

cat amygdala
calm fearless contemplation
nothing matters


wholly catepillar
sprouts wings and flies
does it matter

coffee steam
hides the moon
in the window

winter steam
night cafe
coffee moon

hiding cat
sleeping unawares
joe sixpack

snow melt
winter to spring
blossoms fall

mind steams
clouds soften visions
coffee embrace

mind steams
clouds soften visions
coffee embrace

blood steams
dronne of engines, contrails
souls on board

silent movies
black and white sceenes
gone world

snow melt
winter to spring
blossoms fall

seasons change
may december
unlimited devotion

woman a heart of gold
the search has ended
beautiful night

Nixon lied
Reagan knew
Bush loathed

the tv drones
about life and death
the cat sleeps on

! dylen sings
crazy sorrow
one hand waving free driven deep beneath the waves
tambourine man play a song from the jingle jangled morning